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On Saturday morning the light was shining and shifting through the trees and I grabbed my camera and ran outside in my pajamas, wearing whatever shoes I could find, which happened to be Josh's sneakers. The weeping cherry tree was in full bloom and I knew I wanted to capture it's fragile and fleeting beauty and had been waiting for the right light.

While processing the images a line crept into my head from one of Emily Dickinson's poems. "A light exists in the spring . . ." I couldn't remember the rest so I looked it up.

I decided the poem was the perfect accompaniment to these images. And besides, don't we all need a little injection of poetry into daily life? Poetry of both the visual and the prose varieties?

A Light exists in Spring
Not present on the Year
At any other period —
When March is scarcely here